Contemporary "Artworld artists" on the self-aggrandizingcircuit, are invariably reduced to illustrating andtrivializing popular political opinions under the deceitfulguise of creating clever cultural currency and cloying"relevancy." Are you just as amazed to learn that apparentlymost of these (disingenuous) "artists" today have regularcommercial gallery exhibits, international representation,government funding, cushy teaching jobs, critical support,duplicitous colleagues, fancy homes and professionalstudios/supplies?... (While basic necessities are routinelydenied to many of us our entire working-lives by creepy,arrogant Artworld and Corporate despots...) Accordingly, myMetaConstruct installations can now only occur in theaftermath of significant cultural devastation -- gutted,globalized galleries, crucified curators, fraudulentArts-funding and the hoax of institutional Art-history...

In the 20+ years since my last public installation, thesevarious, modest components have continued to be developedbeyond their depicted states here/online. Obviously,increasingly corrupt and incestuous Art Institutions cannotbe trusted to exhibit and support, fine integral work thatenables idioms rather than regurgitatedstylistic/ideological constraints and apologetics...

Any (improbable) hypocritical, retro-validation-offer wouldbe incapable of fully compensating (monetarily andcritically) for decades of exclusion and unwarrantedobscurity. Perhaps, at-heart, this work was always anindependent aspiration seeking intimate constellarconditions for its long-regarded re-entry into a respectablerealm -- poised as it was, on the perpetually charredcultural rubble of the present -- but we still yearn forrighteous revenge, equitable access to resources, and an endto irresponsible, supercilious, cabalistic, culturalimperialism.

And yes, I'm actually very disappointed that youArtworld-bastards have chosen to exclude my poetic work fromany consideration but I also understand how threatened youofficial prissies must be from any real developingalternatives to your pathetic pseudo political charades. Tohell with your petty Artworld!

Upon my demise, assuming that there are no immediate heirs,all components must be destroyed along with any encompassingstructures and/or claims of ownership and reproduction.

Many headed monsters -- unless, of course, there's no such thing aschance, in which case Brad - for all his age and sensitivity - was nothingless than a time-bomb, ticking softly away until his appointed time; inwhich case, we should either - optimistically - get up and cheer, becauseif everything is planned in advance, then we all have a meaning, and arespared the terror of knowing ourselves to be random, without a _why, orelse, of course, we might - as pessimists - give up right here and now,understanding the futility of thought, decisions, action, since nothing wethink makes any difference anyway; things will be as they will. Where,then, is optimism? In fate or in chaos? It was only a matter of time...

Imagine the problem is not physical. Imagine the problem has never been physical, thatit is not biodiversity, it is not the ozone layer, it is not the greenhouse effect, thewhales, the old-growth forest, the loss of jobs, the crack in the ghetto, theabortions, the stultified institutions, the tongue in the mouth, the diseases stalkingeverywhere as love goes on unconcerned. Imagine the problem is not some syndrome of oursociety that can be solved by commissions or laws or a redistribution of what we callwealth. Imagine that it goes deeper, right to the core of what we call our civilizationand that no one outside of ourselves can effect real change, that our civilization, ourgovernments are sick and that we are mentally ill and spiritually dead and that all ourissues and crises are symptoms of this deeper sickness. Imagine the problem is notphysical and no amount of relocation, no amount of rehabilitation will deal with theproblem. Imagine that the problem is not that we are powerless or that we are victimsbut that we have lost the fire and belief and courage to act. We hear whispers of thefuture but we slap our hands against our ears, we catch glimpses but turn our facesswiftly aside.

Millennium project: red drawings: 1981-2007

All the "red drawings" are similar but different and slowly evolving. One free exchange(shipping included) per year if desired.

After 35 years, I knew damn-well that you creepy,conspiring, incestuous, artworld-acolytes wouldn't fund mymedia project (even in this time of urgent-need), butreturning my audiovisual support material with a snottyletter stating that the application was incomplete due tomissing audiovisual support material--and so wouldn't evenbe adjudicated, is a new low. Do you actually get paid (withmy tax-dollars) for this disservice?!

Your (Art)world is based on mutual relief at your commoncorruption. Maybe some cultures are based on even worse. Butthat wouldn't change the bad faith of it and as years go by,you wake at night in terror of your whole life being an actof bad faith, where everything is self-interest and nothingmore, where every human interaction is driven by a silent,even subconscious calculation of some ulterior motive, tothe point that a sea of bad faith has taken over your wholelife, there's no small island left from which you can eventry to build a bridge of good faith, because even thateffort becomes suspect, even good faith is nothing butself-interested, even altruism is nothing but solipsistic,even your professed agonizing right here right now isnothing but a gesture, made to the conscience in order toassure it that it exists.